We have created the first generation that will die with fewer memories of their own lives than those of others. That's not good news.
Will You Remember…You?
Category: Thoughts from a Frazzled Bear
Sleeper on the Socials
Like many of us lately, I’ve found that within five seconds of opening my socials, I’m ready to throw myself out the nearest window. My feeds have become so laden with the political climate that I’ve essentially forgotten what the socials were actually designed for: sharing videos of kittens attacking paper towel rolls. Well, actually … Continue reading Sleeper on the Socials
What Should You Do? Start by Cutting the Apron Strings.
Six weeks and I’ve resisted the urge to throw on the ALL CAPS button before responding, “WHICH ONE OF YOU IS IN COLLEGE?”
Am I a Woman Now?
Am I a Woman Now? Zero Stars.
Is This The Line?
It never fails, when I hear this, the devil on my shoulder goes into overdrive with snarky responses while the angel on the other gently places her hand over my mouth.
I’m Coming Back, Really.
Tomorrow, I will be a little sad to have this trip behind me... ...but... I do leave for a work-ish cruise in just ten days, so perhaps that will help.
On the Hunt for a Lumberjack
In just a few hours, I will be off to Musher's Camp with tiny bits of beef jerky tucked into my pockets to ensure that the sled dogs like me best. Will I also bring a giant purse suitable for "borrowing" a puppy? That's not important.
Happy New Year! Kind of.
When we dropped our youngest off last weekend, Rich and I both felt this weird mix of doom and delight. As it was just after we’d dropped him off last year that the first shoe dropped, there was a natural gurgle of PTSD. Could everyone just be cool this year and…stay alive?
The Skid to Summer’s Finish Line
Currently, the broken rules in my youngest’s room represent the actual bridge between childhood and adulting: Teddy Grahams on one side, Stoli on the other.
Weekend at Bernies. Or with.
“I can guarantee you one thing. A new purse will never throw up a pair of children’s underwear.” It was a long weekend, full of regrets.